Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
a-ha,
MC5,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.